Adam bumped me with his elbow.“I’d do what Kamal is asking if I were you.”
My cheeks flushed, and I made my way to the outside of the fence, opposite to where Puck stood with his hands braced on the third rung, back arched and bottom pushed out for Kamal.He still had the armbands on and they made him look like some kind of rock star or motorcycle freak.Except that he was naked in a body harness and a cock cage and dusty black boots.
He wouldn’t have looked out of place on an eighties Mad Max set.
I noticed, for the first time, his half-swollen penis straining against the steel of the cage.I fixed on that image, wishing I had my camera so I could capture it properly.When my gaze drifted upwards, it was to find Puck staring at me.
This time, he wasn’t scowling.Now he regarded me with a frank curiosity and seemed resigned to the fact I’d be observing his punishment.My dick twitched at the look in his eyes.
Uncomfortable and not sure what to do with myself, I took off my baseball cap and ran a hand through my hair, then turned the hat around and put it on backwards.
Kamal approached Puck and landed a rough smack on his backside, making him startle and shut his eyes.When he opened them they blazed fire, but not with anger.No, this was lust and a desperate hunger my body recognized.My pants felt too snug and I tried not to squirm under that heated gaze.
“Spread your legs, ponyboy,” Kamal said.
Puck breathed heavily and obeyed, gaze still locked with mine.
“Wider.”
When the ponyboy’s boots were spread wide, Kamal smoothed a hand along Puck’s flank, grabbing a black latex or nytril glove out of his back pocket and pulling it on with an aggressive snap.The sound made Puck jerk but he held his position.Kamal picked up a bottle of lube from beside the fence.
My overwhelmed brain swirled with questions.Where had the lube come from?Did the trainers stash lube everywhere it might possibly be needed?My gaze alternately focused on Puck’s face and shifted to observe what Kamal was up to behind him.
Instead of hostility, Puck’s eyes conveyed a certain vague interest in me, perhaps curiosity as to what I thought I was doing, coming onto this ranch to take photos of him and the other ponyboys.That was the impression I got.Or maybe he was simply curious about my reaction to what would happen in three, two, one…
Puck’s eyes closed and he tossed his head.I could see Kamal’s arm moving roughly as he used his gloved fingers to prepare the ponyboy for the large plug.I tried not to imagine what that would look like from Kamal’s viewpoint–what it would feel like to have two or three fingers knuckle deep in this man.
Puck’s breaths came heavy and his cheeks flushed.I had some experience with anal pleasure, and I’d played around with a few toys, as well, so I had a good idea how a plug that large would feel.
I’d never tried one with a ponytail attached to it but, hey, never say never.
I kept my gaze fixed on Puck’s closed eyes as my brain conjured up all kinds of images.When they snapped open, and he locked on me with blown pupils as his lips parted with a stuttered moan, I thought I might mess my pants.
This was what I’d expected from my introduction to the BCR.I’d found it.I’d foundhim.The perfect fucking ponyboy of my fantasies.I only had six weeks, but that was enough time to try to get to know Puck, take lots of photos of him in all kinds of ponyboy predicaments, and take home enough spank-bank material to tide me over for a while.
For now, I concentrated on watching Puck come apart from having that tail inserted in his pert little bottom by his pragmatic trainer.I had no doubts that Kamal would give this young gentleman whatever he needed in the way of strict discipline, punishments and even rewards.If anyone could whip a ponyboy into shape, it seemed to bethisman, whose presence demanded deference.
I almost pitied the kid, who didn’t look more than twenty-two or twenty-three.But when he locked eyes with me and licked his bottom lip in a deliberate way, jiggling the silver ring that pierced his tender flesh, I wondered if that ponytail wasn’t exactly what Puck wanted.And being taken in hand by a trainer like Kamal, and humiliated in front of the ranch boss and the new photographer?
When Kamal was done, he took hold of Puck’s harness and pulled him to a stand.The young man groaned and fixed me with long-suffering, blown pupils, and a look that almost brought me to my knees.
“Thank the nice gentleman, Puck.And apologize.”
Puck licked his lips again, closed his eyes and mumbled, “Thank you, Oliver.I’m sorry for how I behaved earlier.”
I tried to reply but nothing came from my throat.My name, spoken from the mouth of this sexy boy who had come here to play pony and now might be regretting it, ornot regretting it at all, had jolted me to the core.I wanted to hear him say my name over, and over, and I wanted it to mean something more than it did right now.
“You’re welcome, Puck,” I finally managed, in a voice rough with unexpected emotion.
His eyes snapped open and he lifted his chin to give me a sharp, assessing gaze.We held each other for a long moment, at which point the corner of his lip twitched.Then Kamal pulled him away from me, buckled his armbands together, and shoved him toward the fence.
“Trot.Three times around the paddock.Go.”
My breathing had ramped up with the excitement of the encounter, and I cleared my throat, glancing at Adam who watched with understanding and amusement.
Kamal grinned.“Don’t get too attached to that one.He may not last.”
My eyes widened.“Do you lose some of them?”
